Thursday, December 24, 2020

Alive and well.

 Sweetie and Santa '16


Vibrant, happy, full of the Christmas Spirit. We were getting the house decorated up for the season. Sweetie was the geneses for our interior decorations. I'm sure the ladies who read this, have this uncanny knack of knowing just where to put items so that they are a full representation of the season. I don't have that gift, just do the best I can. 

Its Christmas Eve day, I will do my best to make the best out of it. Yesterday was a day of rest for Sweetie. I let her stay in bed for most of the morning. She didn't have any energy to even want to get out of bed. I finally got her up around noon, got her going. For what I asked myself. It is cold, windy, and she isn't for one that likes to watch TV all day long. I just knew I had to get her up, otherwise, we might be up all night long. 

I know the day is coming that she will not be able to do anything. That we will be relegated to the living room, the bathroom and the bed room. The time when leaving the house will be a challenge. As it is now, getting her buckled into the car is becoming more and more difficult. She sometimes remember, like a habit she will get in, lock the door, and reach for her belt and buckle in. Now, about half the time, I have to show her the belt, and demonstrate how to use it. If she has enough Happy Medicine in her, she is fine. It is when she just won't do anything, that is the time of trouble. 

We did get out to do a mall crawl late in the afternoon. It was crowded and there were some people in their Christmas sweater, Santa hats, and gayly decorated attire. Good to see that the Christmas Spirit is still alive and well. 

Alive and well, that is what my Driver is tell me. We are alive and well. Life is going on, and we are moving with it. It doesn't matter what each day holds. What matter is we know where we are going. Smile, no smile. Laughter, no laughter. I'm riding with the Maker who knows the joy that awaits Sweetie and me. Where there will be no more tears, no more pain, it awaits us, just beyond our destination. I have to keep that in mind, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya Luv ya, and God Bless.   
 

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